negativecrow

Dirty dreams ...
about a girl I haven't seen in ages, who also happened to be a good friend of my dead best friend...

So I'm not even positive that the dream had anything to do with her or some sort of suppressed method of dealing with missing St. Peter. And no we weren't "those kind" of best friends, but the mind is a strange fucking wonderland of metaphor and imagery sometimes...especially when you so rarely dream and rarely recall dreams. For something to make it through the fog of consciousness...must be big...

The girl and I talk via one of those free social networking sites, and told her i'd had a "good" dream about her, so now her interest is peeked...

to tell or not to tell the sordid details...

Sound off - think of this as my own mini way of finding out who actually reads my meanderings.

Keeping in mind she now lives relatively close to where my parents live and thus isn't out of the question to visit...